The Infernal Throne
Reflection
In the heart of flames, a figure sits enthroned,
A crown of thorns, a realm of chaos sown.
Paper whispers secrets, a tempest of lies,
A king of deceit, where truth takes its final cries.
The laughter echoes, a hollow, dark sound,
A mockery of hope, where dreams are drowned.
The fire dances, a mirror of his soul,
A reflection of power, yet a shadow of control.
You, too, may sit on such a throne,
Where ambition burns, and truth is gone.
But in the ashes, find your strength,
For transformation lies in the light of change,
A phoenix rising from the infernal flame.